“why?”

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i want it shattered

but can’t afford another seven years

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so i’ve lain down the hammer

to strike these keys

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and write into my funhouse mirror.

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(photo by chiara tiraboschi)

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“sometimes we have the absolute certainty there’s something inside us that’s so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won’t be able to stand looking at it. but it’s when we’re willing to come face to face with that demon that we face the angel.”

Do you want more coffee, The motor wants a tune-up, I just wanted a chance to rest, What do you want for Christmas, He wants a bicycle for his birthday, Do you want anything from the store, She wanted more time to finish the test, I want a new ipad, I want world peace, I want perfect weather, You can choose whichever color you want, Thousands of poor people still want food and shelter

Your prosepoetry is refreshingly splintered and craggy, Frankie. I came over here out of politeness since you followed my blog. I’m gonna stay… at least long enough for you to get sophisticated. At 73, I’m sure to die before that happens. Keep it coming, raw and painfully into the quick. I’ll be here. I should say I’ll try to be here. When I tried to put my email addy in your follow box the screen flickered, went to white and then came back. There was no follow box after that. But, above the banner on your blog there is a circle with a check mark in it and the words “following” beside it. We’ll see…

First I wanted to say thank you for liking and following my blog. And second I wanted to say your prose/poetry is mind-blowing. It makes me feel confused and lost but in the good “I want to solve this puzzle” kind of way.

Beautiful quote – “willing to coming face to face with that demon . . . we face the angel.” Thanks for droppin by and checking out ‘the sun is my heart.’ Regards, peace and hope, admidst the worlds delusions. Or is that illusions?